Summary – Slash! It seems that Harry had not been the same ever since his seventeen birthday. What could have caused it? HPSS

Category - AU / Romance / possible Mpreg

Disclaimer: I do not own this story of Harry Potter, it belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 4: Another event covered up

Harry felt that the world had just ended. Figuratively of course, since he was still breathing. His mind raced. His brain started to pick up the details from last night's dream. What really happened? Why did Severus left so abruptly in his dreams? Were these dreams real? He couldn't think. He couldn't breath. He needed to get out of the Great Hall.

"Harry! Harry! Are you alright? What's wrong? You look ghastly. Do you need to see Madame Pomfrey?" concerned Hermione.

"It's alright! I'm fine! Just a shock! Wonder what really happened to Professor Snape?" Harry replied blithely.

"If you don't feel well, please tell! Don't keep everything to yourself. We are concerned, you know." Ron quickly added.

"Yes, I will certainly do that. Thank you, Ron, Hermione. You guys are a big help."

"No potions class today. What do you want to do?" Ron asked excitedly.

"Ron! In the library! NOW! I need to ask you that little 'wizard inheritance'. You are not going to get off this so lightly!" admonished Hermione.

"Aw! Come on, 'Mione. It's not everyday we get a reprieve from potions class. Let's do something else instead."

"You guys go ahead! I need to rest. I didn't sleep much last night. Too tired to sleep. I think I have to withdraw from playing Quidditch for a while. I feel tired a lot lately. I need some rest."

"WHAT! And lose our best Gryffindor Seeker? No way! Come on, Harry! Less practices for you, but please remain in the team." cajoled Ron, wanting to keep Harry in the team.

"Ron! It's not every day you hear Harry saying he needs his rest. You should consider letting Ginny taking the place of Seeker permanently, after all, it's our last year, and you do need to train successors for the team before you leave Hogwarts." Hermione reproached.

"Oh! I keep forgetting that we are leaving. What would we do without Hermione around to keep reminding us every minute of the day." Ron said unenthusiastically.

"And don't forget that we are also taking NEWTS this year! You should start studying now for the test!"

"'Mione! I swear that your thoughts never sway from books!"

Harry left them squabbling away happily. He swore that those two always loved good squabbles. He just needed some time alone to think. To remember.

Somehow, his feet brought him to the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey was busy bustling around the ward and her arms were full of potions bottles. What was wrong? Harry thought.

He saw Madame Promfrey entering a room next to her office, just as Professor Dumbledore came out.

"Ah! Harry! What are you doing here?" Dumbledore was surprised at seeing Harry in the Hospital wing. His eyes were without the ever-present twinkle. He looked very much his age all of a sudden.

"Er, Professor Dumbledore... I was wondering about Professor Snape. Is he alright? Will he be alright?"

"Harry, why do you ask? Do you have something to tell me?"

"I... just... I just want to know...." Harry said timidly. His eyes looked down, avoiding Professor Dumbledore's ever-knowing eyes.

"Come, let us go to my office where we can talk privately." Smiled Professor Dumbledore.

"Lemon drops?" Professor Dumbledore offered. Harry declined. He had his suspicions about those lemon drops. He always had the compulsion to tell all but he had resisted many times. Almost as if there was imperious spell on it. Hmm. Where did that thought come from? He didn't think he could fight that compulsion this time. Bad, this is bad. What is wrong with me?

Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

"Do you wish to tell me something, Harry?"

"Er... I was just wondering what happened to Professor Snape? Is he alright? Could Vold... be the cause of it? I had not had any more dreams since last summer holidays."

"Then, Professor Snape had taught you well. This mind-link you have with Voldermort, could kill you if you can't control it. He could have used that link to kill you if he had found a way."

"Then, it could be a two-edge link. I could kill Voldermort and all this, all this unnecessary 'war', can stop!" Harry cried.

"No, Harry! You don't have enough experience to do that though you have the power. You need to have the mind to control your thoughts, someone like Professor Snape. He has a very strong control over his mind."

"What happened to Professor Snape?" Harry asked anxiously.

"What I tell you should not go out of this room. Alright, Harry?"

"Of course!"

"Voldermort used the Cruciatus curse on Professor Snape longer than he could withstand. He was sent back in a coma. Madame Pomfrey said that he may not recover."

"No! No! No! It can't be!" cried Harry. He couldn't believe it. He started to shake his head to try to clear his thoughts. It was so real, the dream he had last night. Why did he say nothing? Was that dream meant to be 'goodbye'? I don't believe it... I must... I must go and... I must go and see...

Harry fainted. And the infallible Professor Dumbledore was flabbergasted.

In the infirmary.

"What's wrong with Harry, Poppy?" Once Madame Pomfrey was done with checking her patient's health.

"I don't understand, Headmaster. I don't understand at all. Nothing shows up. What did you say to Harry?"

"I told him about Severus' condition."

"I don't see... why should that send Harry into the same coma situation as Professor Snape? Their conditions are exactly the same." Madame Pomfrey was worried. "Maybe we should move Harry to the room where Professor Snape is. Maybe there would be a solution found before anything else happened."

"Ok, Poppy. You do that. Tell me when there is any news."

In the special room.

Harry was brought to the bed next to Professor Snape. Madame Pomfrey left to see her other patients.

Both beds started to move closer. A white light illuminated the area around the beds. Professor Snape's and Harry's hands moved towards each other. A thin line of purest white rope, bonded their hands. For a moment, the room was in blinding white light. And then it disappeared abruptly.

Both of them opened their eyes. Quite surprised. Looked around.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Potter?" Professor Snape snapped.

"I don't know. How did I get here? I was talking to Professor Dumbledore and then..." Harry trailed off... he slumped back to bed. He had fainted again.

And Professor Snape who was surprised at the sight, also fell abruptly to bed.

When Madame Pomfrey came into the room again, she saw no changes on her two special patients.

A/N: I know, I know, I hadn't described what caused that connection, it will come in good time. Bear with me, texasjeanette.

It will be mpreg. I still hadn't write about that "birds & bees" yet. Hermione still hadn't catch that slippery Ron. But the explanation may come from a surprising source. Wait for it, xikum.

I won't hurt Severus much, I may torture him for what he was doing to Harry, Marauders-Lover.

Thank you, ciceronian, neuwitch02, Adia Auron, SnowMage, melissa ivory, Ariana, Blinkelf.